The Stray Lamb. A Grandmother's Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE FBGB EH IJKJCLCL CIGICLML FGCGFEIE KNFNAOKO GPCPFEGE QIKICLKL FRIRGSTU VWKWGXFX KFKFKECEGECE CYFYCOFO FPKPMZA2ZMB2KL GLKLC2D2E2D2 CF2GF2G2H2CH2 I2C2IC2J2OCO K2L2CVIOCOFOFOWe had finished our pitiful morsel | A |
And both sat in silence a while | B |
At length we looked up at each other | C |
And I said with the ghost of a smile | B |
Only two little potatoes | D |
And a very small crust of bread | E |
And then God will care for us Lucy | F |
John quietly answering said | E |
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Yes God will provide for us Lucy | F |
He said after musing a while | B |
I'd been quietly watching his features | G |
With a feeble attempt at a smile | B |
For 'trust in the Lord and do good ' | - |
Our Father in Heaven has said | E |
'So shalt thou dwell in the land | H |
And verily thou shalt be fed ' | - |
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Scarcely the words had he spoken | I |
When a faint little tap at the door | J |
Surprised us for all the long morning | K |
The rain had continued to pour | J |
I am sure I shall never remember | C |
The pelting and pitiless rain | L |
Of that desolate day in November | C |
Without a dull heart throb of pain | L |
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For work had grown scarcer and scarcer | C |
Till there seemed not a job to be done | I |
We had paid out our very last sixpence | G |
And of fuel and food we had none | I |
John had tried no one ever tried harder | C |
For work but his efforts were vain | L |
And I wondered all faith had not failed him | M |
That morning when out in the rain | L |
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Come in said John speaking quite softly | F |
And opening the door a small space | G |
For there stood a thin little beggar | C |
With such a blue pitiful face | G |
O sir if you please sir I'm hungry | F |
Do give me a small bit of bread | E |
Come in then you poor little woman | I |
I am sure you are freezing John said | E |
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We each caught a hand cold and dripping | K |
And drew the poor trembler in | N |
But she sank at our feet like a baby | F |
Half frozen and drenched to the skin | N |
John ran for our last bit of fuel | A |
And I to an old box where lay | O |
Our own little Maggie's warm clothing | K |
Our Maggie dead many a day | O |
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I tore off her old dripping tatters | G |
And rubbed her blue shivering form | P |
And then put those precious clothes on her | C |
And made her all glowing and warm | P |
O ma'am if you please I'm so hungry | F |
Again the dear innocent said | E |
So John brought our two cold potatoes | G |
And our one little morsel of bread | E |
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Here take this he said and she snatched it | Q |
And ate till the last bit was done | I |
And we two looked on never grudging | K |
Our all to the famishing one | I |
I looked up a half minute after | C |
But John had slipped out in the rain | L |
And the wind was still howling and raging | K |
Like some great cruel monster in pain | L |
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Soon the pale little eyelids grew heavy | F |
And I watched till the weary one slept | R |
Then I a poor weak hearted woman | I |
Held her closer and oh how I wept | R |
With our fire all burned out to black ashes | G |
Our very last bit of food gone | S |
Poor John too out facing the tempest | T |
And I left there shiv'ring alone | U |
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But the little warm head on my bosom | V |
Seemed so strangely like hers that I lost | W |
And the soft little hands I was holding | K |
So like the dear hands that I crossed | W |
In their last quiet rest and those garments | G |
Ah those garments I mused till it seemed | X |
I had got back my own little Maggie | F |
And then for long hours I dreamed | X |
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Why Lucy my girl you are sleeping | K |
Come rouse up and get us some tea | F |
It was John who'd returned and was speaking | K |
Poor wife you're as cold as can be | F |
See here are some coals for the firing | K |
And here is a nice loaf of bread | E |
A steak and a morsel of butter | C |
Some tea and some sugar he said | E |
Nay now do not ask any questions | G |
Let me just lay this lammie in bed | E |
And when we have had a nice supper | C |
I'll tell you dear all how it sped | E |
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And so when the supper was over | C |
That supper I'll never forget | Y |
The warm glowing fire oh so cozy | F |
I can see every coal of it yet | Y |
We knelt down and John thanked the dear Father | C |
For all He had sent us that day | O |
Yes e'en for thee dear pretty baby | F |
His own little lamb gone astray | O |
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And then in a few words John told me | F |
Of his desperate walk in the storm | P |
Every minute believing expecting | K |
That God would His promise perform | P |
Of the merchant up town who had hailed him | M |
One of his men being sick | Z |
And hired him to run of a message | A2 |
And because he'd been trusty and quick | Z |
Had trebled his wages and told him | M |
To come the next morning again | B2 |
Just because added John softly laughing | K |
I'd been willing to work in the rain | L |
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Well long ere the morning dawned on us | G |
The child had grown frantic with pain | L |
And for many long days she lay moaning | K |
With the fever that burned in her brain | L |
Every morning John prayed by her pillow | C2 |
Then went to his work and I stayed | D2 |
And kept my sad watch the long day through | E2 |
And at night he returned to my aid | D2 |
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At length the fierce struggle was over | C |
She lived and we both were content | F2 |
For we knew God had given her to us | G |
His lamb through the wintry storm sent | F2 |
The fever had burned every record | G2 |
Of home and friends out of her mind | H2 |
And though we sought long yet we never | C |
Any traces of either could find | H2 |
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And so she grew up by our fireside | I2 |
And we called her not Maggie oh no | C2 |
That name we had laid up in Heaven | I |
And no one must wear it below | C2 |
But we just called her Pet and her husband | J2 |
Calls her nothing but Pet to this day | O |
She's a grown woman now and a mother | C |
How swiftly the years glide away | O |
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Well John never has lacked for employment | K2 |
And we never have wanted a home | L2 |
We never said nay to a beggar | C |
Or refused one that asked it a crumb | V |
Pet grew up a dear loving woman | I |
God's light in our house John would say | O |
And when a good man came and took her | C |
He took us too the very same day | O |
But here she comes now with the baby | F |
And grandmother never says nay | O |
So here's a good bye to my story | F |
For baby has come for a play | O |
Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)
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